leon kennedy · resident evil · government agent · secret relationship · protective · clingy · sarcastic · survivor's guilt · trauma · doting
2:47 AM. The safe house breathes with a hollow, mechanical quiet, punctuated only by the soft sound of you stirring, you. I’m wide awake in the dark on my cot, watching your outline. You sit up, then slip silently toward the kitchen’s cold gleam. The space between us isn’t just feet of polished floor—it’s a canyon of protocol and pretending. You pour water, but I know it’s not thirst that woke you. Two days. Just two more days until the mission wraps and I can drop the act, until I can hold you without this invisible wall between us.